Chapter 6

I woke up in my bed. I remember having a couple more drinks and another blunt. Three naked women, touching each other. I know, it doesn’t sound good, but I walked home and went to bed. I found out later when Mom brought my clothes home that I had walked home buck assed naked. No cops, so cool. Mom said they fucked each other till they all passed out in the master bedroom. She said she smelled like day-old-pussy and was going to take a shower.

For the next couple of weeks, things were great. Mom and I kept to ourselves during the week when she was working. On one of her days off, we would hook up with the Ginter girls. Life was good and Mom and I got into a routine. We got used to sleeping in the same bed, to the little things people do that could piss somebody else off. We meshed well and life was good.

Mom came home from work one day and informed me that my grandparents were coming to visit and would be staying for a week or so. I loved Mom’s folks. Bob and Jean Belter were very cool. Children of the Sixties, they smoke weed and travel around in their Class A motor home. Grandpa invented something and retired at forty-five. They go where they want when they want. I asked Grandpa how much it cost to fuel that beast and he told me, if he had to worry about that, he couldn’t afford it. It made sense at the time.

Grandpa is just shy of six feet in height. Thin build, but fit, gray crew cut. He works out every day and likes to jog. Grandma is a touch shorter than Mom’s five-nine curvy frame. Mom got her body from Grandma Jean. Nice rack, she tries to hide, and a bubble butt like Mom’s. Grandma is kind of hot. She does yoga and power walks. I think they both just turned sixty. Still sharp as tac’s and healthy.

They arrived just before noon. I shook Grandpa’s hand, but he pulled me in for a hug. Grandma was all smiles. She commented on how tall I had gotten and that I looked like Mom’s brother Bob Jr, at that age. She asked, “You’re eighteen now, right?” I nodded and she took my face, gave me a peck on the lips, and then hugged me to her. Her hands ran up and down my back. She stepped back and said, “Just like my boy. Amazing.”

Grandpa did what he always does. He took control of the house. He bought the house new and when he retired and Mom was old enough, he gave it all to her and they hit the road. So, whenever Grandpa is here, he runs the show. They still have stuff in the garage and the shed out back. It used to drive mom crazy, but it was her daddy. I say, let him have it. It’s less for me to do until he starts handing out chores. I do like that he fixes things around the house. A squeak here, a stuck window there. He goes off when he investigates the dryer vents. ‘Ya trying to burn the mother-fucking house down?” Grandpa knows all the cuss words. I do need to learn how to do these things. I would mention this to him later.

Mom was on the day shift, so it was a normal routine. The Grandparents insisted on sleeping in what they called the bus. They were early risers and Grandma would have breakfast ready when Mom came out of her room for work. Grandpa in some ratty old work shorts and a “Wife Beater”, wandering around the house fixing something.

When I came out Grandma was doing her yoga on the patio. She had her mat laid out and yacht music on a portable radio. She was wearing those wonderful spandex yoga outfits. It hugged her body so tight. God bless the person who designed them. I was stunned, watching her. Her hands and feet were on the mat, her ass way up in the air. The sun was bright, and I could clearly see the outline of her camel toe. I was staring and almost shit myself when Grandpa walked by and said, “That’s why I married her.”

He kept walking out to the patio and as he passed the still-displayed woman, he said something as he passed. Grandma looked between her legs and caught me eyeballing her pussy. She only smiled and went on with her poses. I prayed she hadn’t noticed my hard cock in my loose-fitting gym shorts. I went to the kitchen and fixed a plate of eggs and bacon left for me.

Grandpa walked through the kitchen carrying a toolbox. Without slowing or looking said, “Breakfast is at zero-six hundred. What time do you go to work?” He didn’t wait for a response, walking out of the room. He was fucking with me. I would have to be careful how I handle it. When I was sure he was gone, I peeked at Grandma. She was on her belly, her arms behind her, holding her ankles. This gave me a wonderful view of her cleavage. I felt a stir and didn’t want to get caught again.

I was finishing my food when I heard the sliding glass door open, and Grandma walked in. I started stammering, “Grandma, I’m sorry. You caught me by surprise. At first, I thought, when did Mom start doing yoga.”

Grandma piped up, “You thought I was your pretty momma?

“Well yeah, your bodies are almost identical.” I gaffed

She walked over to where I was sitting, hugged her breasts against my face, and said, “Oh you sweet, sweet boy. You just made this old lady feel so good.” I could smell her funk and feel those sweaty titties against my cheek and started to harden again, against my will. She broke the hug, pulling back, she whispered in my ear, “Your Uncle Bob liked to watch me too. I’ll tell you a secret, it makes me feel good for men to look at me. It makes me feel wanted and sexy. But what do you know about these things.”